When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. “Not even a lie?”

“You were never much of a liar,” I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

“She ran away from home, I have to find her.”

“She got a divorce, I’m worried she might do something rash.”

“She got into a car accident while speeding, I can’t rest easy if I don’t go see

her.”

And later on, he didn’t even bother with excuses, it was just: “I’m going to see

her.”

It was always about his sister. He couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music–filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, “Do you really have to go?”

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half–jokingly said, “This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I’m single now.”

Since it’s a boomerang/might as well be buy one, get one free.

to see his expression as

parked at the rehabilitation center, and today being a holiday, the

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for my car before heading to Gregory’s, it would take an extra two or three hours. Might as well

a ride–share took forever because of the long queue. The streets were crowded, and every now and

love

gave me, I realized that this apartment complex was the same one he had given me

got out of the car and texted

the apartment

replied instantly, [Building 6, Unit 1,

same unit. Just below

one–apartment–per–floor setup, we’d probably

phone away and confidently made my way to

before the door was pulled open, accompanied by a

leaning lazily in his wheelchair lifted his sharp, piercing face, appearing casual but with

leg was hurting, asked me

at me, “I don’t need

“Oh, okay.”

“Then

distinct knuckles grabbed my wrist,

at the entrance, I asked, “I

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cold, “Suddenly my leg started hurting again.

pointing to a pair of house slippers

“They’re Edith’s.”

maneuvered his wheelchair, opened the shoe cabinet, and

“Thanks.”

doing so, Gregory, with a smirk, said, “Heard you and

“Not true.”